her head tells the story from last night
bullets keep ripping through
something has to give by the morning
the sheets sprawled underneath her
grabbing for what he can reach
but she slips right out and she fades away
did you forget there's an end to this
turning into the things they swore they never wanted
the pieces still scattered about on the ground
picks up where she left off. it's just time to say so
collects herself. she finds her way out
heels unsteady on the staircase
knows that it's going to take some time
hearing ringing right in his bones
all those years he spent trying to let go
the feelings stranger than what he remembers
credits
from Sundays,
released December 2, 2014
Leads - Ben Zimmerman
Rhythm - Dave Chekan
Lyrics - Ben Zimmerman
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